I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe Boy, check the resume, it's risky business in the A And I've been witness to this hystere ever since the 10th grade We went from rockin' braids to 10 phase I twist my A-head to the side just for style Or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flyer, super fly Wow, the southern private known to shut it down It ain't so country, though, nigga, this ain't no Goma pile I'm Sergeant Slaughter, I keep my shit cooked to order In order to satisfy my people in Georgia and across the boulder And across the boulder, the essays are gettin' smarter They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas If you follow, wink, wink, no doubt we don't speak In a blink, them folks can have you sleepin' in the clink I'm shittin' on niggas and peeing on the seat It's that nigga, the B-I-G-B-O-I-O-U-T Now, party people in the club, it's time to cut to rub And throw the noose up in the sky just for the shut-up buzz I'm double-fisted and you empty, you can grab a cup Boy, stop, I'm just playin', let me dab you up Baby, baby, baby, you're in my system Baby, baby, baby, tell me you're listening Why? It's after 12, club like a high B A B-half, cause not everybody buzzin' around me Could it be the way that the verses sounding Came up on the ghetto boys and the underground kings? Toys, I had a broom, call it pretend brown thing Pink looked like ruby or when the sun was shining Known to keep a bad bitch, no niggas beside me And that speaker on the trigger, case niggas is clowning Not to flex, but to protect my neck like the Wu-Tang Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim Or getting something more sinister, you gotta be the finisher Make it so the doctors, they can't replenish him Or bring him back to life, back to reality Gon' get on some hoes, leave it alone Triple O.G. status, eight towns, very own Now party people in the club, it's time to cut to rub And throw the goose up in the sky just for the shut-up buzz I'm double fisted and you empty, you can grab a cup Boy, stop, I'm just playin', let me dab you up Baby, baby, baby, you're in my system Baby, baby, baby, tell me you're listening Now this goes out to all my players in the back Zippy neck, getting round corners in the lack Cut a rug, but you're not cut a rug Throw your pieces in the sky for the shut-up buzz Now this goes out to all my players in the back What you want, you make me wanna breathe, yo Please cut a rug, but you're not cut a rug Throw your pieces in the sky for the shut-up buzz Now party people in the club, it's time to cut to rub And throw the goose up in the sky just for the shut-up buzz I'm double fisted and you empty, you can grab a cup Boy, stop, I'm just playin', let me dab you up Baby, baby, baby, you're in my system Baby, baby, baby, tell me you're listening There's realistic culture all up in my system I can feel you from my head to my toes You're in my system Lucious leopard got his best foot forward Darling, Lord have mercy, how them flows taste How them flows taste Cut a rug, cut a rug You're in my system Shut-up buzz Cut a rug, cut a rug